Hannah's POV
No more mysteries, please. I've reached a point where I can't muster up even a chuckle or entertain any possibility. My hands rest folded across my chest, and my head leans forward in a pretense of interest.
"You truly don't believe me..."
"Hmm," I respond with mock enthusiasm, stifling a laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Let me guess, my mother's miraculously alive and sent you on a clandestine mission to fetch me? Or perhaps you've been playing double agent in my father's company on her behalf, waiting for my grand entrance so you could help me escape? Please, Elsa, pitch me something less cliché. And why on earth would I want to escape this lap of luxury anyway?" I sweep a hand around, acknowledging the opulence that surrounds me, though fully aware of the madness with
